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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Dance of the Dust Witches

William H. Simpson

From “In Hopi-land and Other Lands”

ARE you not weary,

O desert dust witches?

I cannot see who waltzes with you

In close embrace—

But your lips meet hotly in kisses,

Your hair is disheveled,

Your ribbons are flying,

Your skirts are in tatters.

The music you dance to—

It comes from fiddles bewitched.